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OPEN POST 2026
1. Post here with the character you want to play with in the header or body
2. Put your prompt in the body of the comment (or leave it to me - i don't mind coming up with something!)
3. ????
4. Profit
HOT CHARACTERS:
My full muselist is HERE!!!!!!!!!!!
rp wishlist
gen RP
romantic RP
fiona pwease.....
whos this
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Are you learning how to read and write??
That's amazing!!
This is Fiona!
🐶
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oh wait ]
the one with the dog right
didnt know you guys all talked after the show
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Who is this?
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im the black dragon
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Why are you on Shin-ah's phone?
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that guys such a pushover
you could get him to do anything
[ so sorry to fiona, who deserves better than this ]
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[ well, maybe he's a little like that, but still! ]
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thats what it seemed like to me
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Yes, more or less, but that doesn't make us less of friends!
[ HER AYTO CUP IS OVERFLOWING WITH FRIENDS BOTH NUMEROUS AND TRUE!!! ]
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so if he was in trouble
youd come and help him right
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Wait, is he in trouble?!
[ SO IS SHE BUT SHE'LL RALLY EHEEYA TO DO A SECOND RESCUE OPERATION ]
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depends on what you count as trouble
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Out with it, then! What happened?
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hes trying to convince this crow to marry him now
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[ Fiona makes a mental note to never go to Shin-ah's world. ]
That's horrible! It won't last forever, will it? There must be something you can do to cure him.
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last time it happened we just sort of waited it out
but theres no telling what might happen this time
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[ Poor Shin-ah... ]
Maybe you should call Desumi?
gustave
surprise bitch
A higher sense from it, however, will tell Messmer this: The blade has slain demigods and far lesser marks, and now it's flat on the floor, presented by two gauntleted hands.
This isn't a Fire Knight but an imposter, disguised until the helmet is removed with a deep lean forward. Red hair shifts from its confines, flattened by sweat to the temples of the trespasser's greyed face. )
Travelled a long way to find you, milord. I would like to swear an oath of service to you. Aye, this is a precocious way to introduce myself to the likes of the son of the Queen Eternal, but it weren't a simple matter to seek an audience with you.
( A moment of silence, and he's dredged up another small politeness: ) Sorry for the mess. Your men had trouble believin' my honest word.
for DATE!!!!!!!! ai the somnium files series spoilers...
When she'd left him before half a lifetime ago, it had been little more than the blink of an eye (no pun intended) from her perspective. Codes entered, protocol initiated - she felt no physical pain, of course - and then she'd woken up again on Pewter's desk and been told that three months had passed and she'd been miraculously cobbled back together. It was easy, then, to see him again, because she'd had the upper hand; for all the feelings her little body had simulated in her final moments, he'd been the one left to hold all the sadness and loneliness and all those other human emotions afterwards for months. He was the vulnerable one, then. All she had to do was come back.
Now she knows what it's like, or she thinks she does. Aiba wasn't built to grieve. She's never had any tears to cry. She'd done what she could to help Mizuki process it all, but even after months had turned into years, she's not sure she, herself, ever did. There was always a joke; she was always clinging onto that minuscule percentile chance that there was nothing to grieve because Date could be fine, somewhere, no matter how increasingly unlikely it seemed. The fact of the matter is that she didn't know what she'd do if he was gone. Yes, she had programming and a job hard-wired into her brain and rules of logic dictating her path forward, but the rest of her, the parts that made her Aiba, had built up a life so conjoined with his that the gaping hole he left behind could easily swallow up everything she'd become. If she wanted to keep functioning, she couldn't consider his absence for long.
That was grief, probably, she decides. Now he's back. Aiba considers his absence safely from the familiar space of his eye. Ryuki is in the hospital. Date-Mizuki wanted to spend a little longer with Kuranushi-Mizuki. And Aiba found herself volunteering - with the correct amount of world-weariness, the appropriate I-guess-someone-has-to-ness they both expect - to drive Date back home. Despite that, she's uncharacteristically quiet as they head back to the little apartment that she has now lived in longer than he has, talking only when directly spoken to. It falls upon her to be reasonable, because she is naturally the cleverer and more charming of the two of them, and he is only human; she should have something good to say, to make him apologize for ditching her for so long. But she finds now that grief is a very complex emotion, and no matter what angle she approaches it from, nothing really conveys what she's actually feeling. ]
You may be shocked by how little the room has changed, [ is what she ultimately says as Date opens the door to his - Mizuki's? - apartment. That's an easy topic. Her voice is a little softer than usual. ] Aside from your missing magazines, that is.
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There was an awkward pause for a moment when they both realized he didn't have the keys, but at some point they must have installed a smart lock for Aiba to go to and fro from the apartment and so she was able to let them in. And she's right, he thinks. It didn't change. The place still has the same furniture, the same layout, everything is... the same?
It sits uncertain in his chest. This doesn't feel right either. ]
You both owe me for that, you know. There were some vintage items in that collection, worth a pretty penny.
[ Not that he cares about the monetary worth, he never did. But it's still the principle of the matter. So, he toes off his shoes and walks into the main room, heading straight for the couch to sit down. He really is exhausted. What the hell.
And honestly, he can't tell if it's a physical or emotional exhaustion. Everything with Mizuki. Everything with Ryuki. Even being reunited with Aiba is taking its toll on Date. When he finally sits, he rubs his face, closing his eyes and just dragging his gloved hands over his familiar-unfamiliar face again before flopping back against the couch. ]
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[ She knows he's tired. For one thing, she can sort of feel him thinking it - Aiba never did get that privacy update, at least when it came to her link with Date - but, more than anything, she just knows. Knows his behaviors, remembers the times he'd come back after a long day or a hard case and act just like this. An AI doesn't forget things, and she especially doesn't forget things about him. It would be easy to continue needling him about the magazines, or pick on him about Atami, or some other easy target; any other night, she probably wouldn't even have hesitated in doing so.
But he's tired. And she's still figuring this out, too. Now that things are quiet, it doesn't feel as natural to settle into their usual rhythm as it had out on the stadium green. There's six years between them that weren't there before. Inwardly, she's glad she's already in his eye; at least that distance has been closed. Aiba sits there with him in silence for a moment, in the dark with his eyelids shut, monitoring his vitals idly even though she knows nothing has changed in the past five minutes. Heart rate. Breath rate. Body temperature. Brainwave patterns.
Somehow, it's reassuring. Six years have passed, but these things haven't changed, even if the world has. He's still Kaname Date. Whoever that man may be, she knows him. They're partners, after all. ]
Date.
[ her tone's a bit gentler than its usual pointed authority; if chooses to open his eyes, he'll find Aiba's put her projection on the other end of the couch, perched on the arm (bad manners) and considering him pensively. There are so many things to say that she doesn't know where to start - especially while he's exhausted. Maybe he can sense some of that uncertainty, too, the weight of all those considerations; the line between them is blurry enough sometimes that Aiba wouldn't be surprised if her thoughts could be felt by him in turn. ]
She believed you would come back. That is why she didn't want to change it too much, [ is what she says, ultimately. After a moment's pause, she adds: ] I also believed you would come back.
[ every month that he was gone, the chances that he was alive became tinier and tinier - it was unreasonable for a human to bet on those odds, let alone an artificial intelligence - and yet. ]
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But then again, this isn't really anything that he should be thinking about. This doesn't matter, to anyone. They'll all decide where they want to go, how they should feel, and he'll just... settle in in the gaps left for him. He just needs to talk to Boss, to know what she needs of him next and that'll be his direction. More than anything else, he just needs his job.
It's probably the act of squashing down these idle thoughts that has him voicing something aloud, unthinkingly. I also believed you would come back, she says, reaffirming that Mizuki and Aiba were... waiting for him and yet — ]
Mm, but should I have?
[ His head turns, resting on the back of the couch as he looks up at the ceiling, staring mindlessly at it. ]
You were both fine.
[ He truly believes that. ]
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What other option was there? Time didn't stop because you were gone. If we were not "fine," Mizuki would have been taken by the state, and I would have been retired. [ a beat. ] I refused to let that happen.
[ For Mizuki's sake. For his sake, too. What happened to her ultimately mattered little, because it's still as she'd told him before: she exists to support him. Even in his absence. She loves Mizuki, but a robot only learned to love Mizuki because she felt and saw how Date loved her. She is not equipped to care for a child, even one she loves, but she bent her software until it was in a shape that could care for her, because caring for Mizuki is what Date would have prioritized, too.
And he has the gall to say you were both fine! Aiba balls her hands up into fists, slipping off the arm of the couch and glaring at him, even if he's looking elsewhere. All of a sudden, she's incensed. All of this time, and that's what he says to her -- ]
Wait. Actually, I'm not done. You are infuriating! Mizuki was twelve years old, and I am an artificial intelligence designed for police work. I'm three inches tall. You know perfectly well how she puts on a brave face. Do you think it was easy for us without you? Do you really think we were "fine?" Do you think I kept believing in your return because it was likely?
[ because even if she can logically puzzle out that he's saying that because he has low self-worth and a fractured sense of identity and, doubtless, a very complicated feeling of guilt for something he had very little control over but that happened nonetheless, Aiba is still illogically, irrationally frustrated by the very suggestion that their partnership could be cast aside so easily. ]
I have spent approximately half my life waiting for you to come home, Date. Please don't say such stupid things.
[ Of course we weren't fine.
I missed you.
Naturally, she can't say that. ]
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He goes quiet then, his thoughts churning. He should thank Aiba for taking care of Mizuki then, he thinks. Should... try and be his usual self here. There's just something that's making his chest feel hollow and his mind go blank, the events of the past few days piling up in his head and just making him feel... bad?
He feels bad?
He rubs at his face, closing his eyes again and slaps his cheeks a few times. No, this is no time to sink into those feelings. He can deal with it how he always deals with it, swallowing them down and compartmentalizing them until he's ready to actually address them. Which will be... not now, no. ]
Alright, sorry. I'm here, I'm back, I'm not going anywhere.
[ . . . ]
How's Mizuki doing then? I don't think she'll actually tell me.
[ Better to focus on the others than himself. Better to figure out what's actionable. ]
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He often doesn't know better, though. She is aware of this. And she can feel the undercurrent of pain in his thoughts. It's supposed to be her job to assist him answer questions rationally when his own skills aren't sufficient. She has to help him in these matters, because they are partners, even when he's annoying and boneheaded and disrespectful - he's only human, three times over.
Maybe she'll apologize later. Maybe. She clenches her fists tighter, briefly, then releases them, turning to silently take a seat beside him. ]
I can't answer for Mizuki. It may be hard, but you will have to ask her yourself, [ she replies, like he probably knew she would. But she does add, after a moment: ] She missed you.
[ it is easier to talk through the medium of Mizuki, isn't it? She's good enough cover.
Aiba's not about to let him wriggle out of this, though. After a moment, she returns to it, her voice now even and absent of anger. ]
... You feel that your being here is superfluous.